Nara

Three years here and she still speaks Lithuanian to herself while she sets a room up, which she has never once noticed doing. Her work is warm and generous and a good deal slower than her manner suggests: heavy on gel, long passes, the weight carried through the forearms and held there. She likes the courtyards behind the old doors in her part of town, and their long-standing willingness to leave people alone. Bookings that begin in the evening with no obvious end written into them are the ones she takes, and the ones she is best in.

Nara decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.